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  Ryan’s thumb was now stroking faster on her clit in time with his accelerated fucking. She could hear his breathing grow harsher, while he sent his magnificently hard cock even deeper. Spots of light started to emerge behind her eyelids and she felt ready to splinter. But just when she thought they would both erupt, he pulled out, his cock glistening and slick with her deepest juices. Jason popped out of her mouth at the same time and the loss of both cocks almost made her fall into a frenzy of alarm. Her thighs were shuddering with relief as Jason was soon taking his place between them. He wasted no time, gripping the back of her knees and gliding straight into her cunt. He drew out to the tip and chose a hard, deep and forceful thrust to drive himself back into her abused walls. The sweetness of the agony of his fast hot fuck coupling with the inclosed anal plug almost made her pass out.

  Ryan’s grip on her hair brought her into awareness that he was standing beside her head, his juiced up cock bobbing close to her face. “Taste your submission, little pet. Taste your hot sweet juices coating my cock. And then take my cum; swallow it all down your throat baby.”

  She couldn’t stop moaning, his words turning her into the most desperate cum slut ever. She wanted it; needed to feel him explode inside her mouth. Eagerly, she sucked on his length as he shoved it deep into her throat. She could taste her essences, the wild musk of lust and passion. She sucked him clean, and as Jason rocked her womb with punishing thrusts, she brought Ryan to completion as with a growl, he expended himself down her gullet.

  She’d barely finished swallowing him down when with a grunt; Jason pounded her again and again, driving her to the brink once more as he jolted her whole body. And then suddenly, he was gripping the end of his shaft and pulling out, coming straight for her. She knew exactly what he wanted.

  Like she’d done with Ryan, Jason made her suck him off, licking up every bit of her pussy sap and then letting him fuck her face till, rumbling deep in his chest, he pumped her mouth full. She was moaning and writhing as she gulped down every drop, not allowing even a speck to escape from her lips.

  She strained against her bonds as she felt them begin to stroke her all over, their voices crooning and soothing. They told her to relax, and let them pleasure her. She bit on her lip, and let her body go limp.

  But she couldn’t stay still as Jason’s mouth covered her breast, seizing up the flesh along with the nipple as he sucked hard on her tit.

  Between her legs, Ryan’s skilful fingers sank deep to jab up against her g-spot. The ever-present anal plug was fucked in and out of her ass at the same time. Bea was sure she was going to pass out. Jason didn’t stop his onslaught on her breasts, knowing how she liked them sucked and licked and bitten, and twisted in between his fingers.

  It was too much, far too much. She felt the relief of release when Ryan finally drew his fingers from her pussy and rubbed hard on her clit. He stroked it into final submission while pushing deep into her butthole with the plug. She came so hard that the plug was expelled from her ass and her juices sprayed out into the air. Ryan and Jason couldn’t hide their delight as she squirted for them for the first time…

  Chapter Three

  Yep, I’m totally a freak, Bea decided, blushing furiously as the very last detail of the events of the weekend came rushing through her mind.

  She couldn’t remember how she’d reached this point. All she knew was that the last three days had been the most exciting, thrilling and explosive of her young life. She winced to think about trying to fit back into her normal life after this.

  And that was a choice she still had to make. Stepping out of the bathroom where she’d just taken a leisurely shower, she stood in front of the floor-length mirror in the bedroom and viewed her naked body.

  She’d never known she could be so sexy or appealing to men like Ryan or Jason. Yes, she had a good body – some might call it great. Nice tits, a generous C-cup. Pinched in waist and curvy yet slim hips. Her ass, once described as peachy by Lisa her flat mate, was both firm and soft. Between her slender thighs, her pussy mound was bare and fleshy, the folds evident in the slight gap in the middle of the apex of her thighs. Her body looked great for her twenty-four years. She’d been lucky to have the kind of genes that gave her lovely skin and a nice figure she didn’t need to slave at the gym to maintain.

  And now, that same nice body was covered in marks. As she stared at the red and purple stripes on her skin, put there by both Ryan and Jason’s hands, whips or other props and including wax, she quivered. Sure, they would all fade soon enough; her lovers had ensured that nothing had broken her skin and that the bruises and marks were only temporary. They’d given her oils and ointments to help and had even taken time on several occasions to soothe her body all over with their attentive, gentle massages.

  There was no doubt that they were thoughtful, considerate men. After the intense play, with the rough words, and commands, and hot, hard fucking, they treated her like a precious little thing of beauty. Made sure the aftercare was prolonged and as thorough as the foregoing sexual session had been.

  And even with all that, her behavior of the last few days still amazed her. Maybe even appalled her. A part of her subconscious warred with the prospect that it would be a matter of time before she would not just be addicted to this way of life, but to the men themselves. If she was honest, she’d admit to herself that in a way, it scared her.

  If she was turning into a freaky sex slave, then heck yes she was scared.

  It was true that she’d been made to experience erotic pleasure far beyond the realms of her fantasies or imagination. But to simply, totally, let loose all control…To succumb to every one of their wicked, dirty and stimulating demands…She had to lean back a bit and figure out if she was ready to commit to that.

  Ryan and Jason kept mentioning how much they wanted her to accompany them to Scotland. A pleasure trip, they called it. They had a private plane (no surprise there, thought Bea), which would take them the whole journey to the Highlands. And once there, she would be taken with them to their beautiful estates. They each had a home of their own and in addition also had a family castle that had been in the Wallace family for generations. They hadn’t been clear how long they’d want her there and Bea couldn’t help weighing her options. Going off to Scotland with them will leave her more underneath their power than ever. She’d be precluded from being able to just up and leave when she wished. At least now, she still had some say in the matter. She didn’t feel trapped at all and was sure she could leave as soon as she was ready.

  And that was the problem, she thought with a sigh, finally putting on her own dress from the night at the BDSM club. She’d found it in her closet earlier, cleaned and as good as new. She knew they had a housekeeper as well as the private chef who had their own quarters within the grounds of the mansion.

  Already, she could smell breakfast and knew that Ryan and Jason would be expecting her down any minute. Sighing once more at her reflection, she slipped on her heels and went down to join them for breakfast.

  Both brothers were alone at the kitchen table when she appeared. They sent her identical smiles of pleasure and she tried not to melt as they beheld her.

  “That dress is lovely, darling, but why didn’t wear something from your new wardrobe?” Ryan teased, placing a hot cup of coffee in front of her as she took her seat in between them.

  She shrugged casually. “I guess I didn’t think. I just grabbed the first thing I saw. Hmm, this looks yummy,” she said quickly, looking down at the heaped food before them.

  “Then enjoy,” Jason said, grinning as he placed a plate in front of her.

  “Why do I have the distinct impression you’d like to fatten me up?” she teased, finding it so easy to smile and tease them both. But then she saw the smile fade from their lips as she said, “Maybe it would be best if I left soon after the meal. I’ll order a cab so you won’t have to bother taking me home. I’m sure you both have things to do…business and all that.”

 
“What’s the hurry?” Ryan asked lightly, biting into his toast.

  Bea looked at him. “Well, for one thing, I have a job,” she confessed. “And although I took the day off, I still have a lot of things to do at home. And then there’s my flat mate…”

  “You’re twenty four, Bea, not fourteen,” Jason put in with a teasing smirk. “You must have told her where you were. I’m sure she doesn’t consider us mass murderers or she’d never have let you meet up with us in the first place. After all, you did say she’s an escort herself so she’ll understand if we decide we want to continue to enjoy your company.”

  Bea exhaled a little impatiently. “I don’t understand. I was only meant to spend a few hours as your evening companion, and then I was made to spend the night. And then the whole weekend…”

  She saw Ryan glance Jason’s way as a look passed between them. Ryan said kindly, “I understand how it may seem overwhelming to you, all things considered. We’re not kidnappers; we won’t keep you here longer against your will. Of course you can go home today if you wish. But we would like to discuss the option of seeing you again.”

  Bea took a quick gulp from her coffee. “About that…I’m thinking that really won’t be necessary.”

  She saw them both frown in confusion, and she sighed deeply. “I mean, like you said, Ryan, this has really been overwhelming. Far beyond anything I’ve ever dreamed of partaking in. And it’s been great, every second of it. I can’t imagine any other two people I’d have wanted to share this experience with except you guys, but…”

  This time it was Jason who spoke up, his tone understanding. “You wouldn’t be human if you didn’t feel like it might be a bit much to take in so soon. The way we feel about you and the things we want to do to you…naturally you’d want a bit of space to think it through. How much more time do you need?”

  Bea pushed her hand through her hair. This was getting harder than she thought. Maybe she should just let the conversation blow over and forget about trying to explain. She could just leave and not see them again – but a part of her didn’t want to take the easy and disrespectful route. They deserved to know where she stood regarding this.

  Pushing her breakfast away, unable to take another bite. Biting on her lip, she told them finally, “That’s just it. I don’t need any more time. This thing…all that’s happened…I never planned for it to get this far. And now I’ve decided it needn’t go beyond this point. It’s been fun, really it has but I think it’s best we end it here and now.”

  “So, a weekend of fun and it’s done, right?” Jason asked with a thin little smile.

  Before she could reply, Ryan said calmly, “I really thought you’d come to trust us. You wouldn’t let us get this far with you if you didn’t. Even when we could tell this was your first time in many ways, you never hesitated or rejected anything we did to you. And every moment, we tried to show you how much we valued the manner in which you submitted to us.” He sighed shortly, as if impatient with himself. And then he added, “Bea, what more do we need to do to prove that we’re perfect for you?’

  “There’s no need to prove that because I already know,” she said quietly. “I just don’t think that I’m perfect for you two.”

  “Shouldn’t that be our decision to make?” Jason asked coolly, but she could see the anger in his eyes. Oh wow…she should have known he might not take this very well. She curbed any sensation of feeling bad that she’d hurt him in some way. Couldn’t they see she was doing them a favor? The last thing she wanted was to disappoint them in the end when they realized she wasn’t exactly what they were looking for. How could she dream of meeting up to their lofty demands?

  “I’m not anything like you think I am,” she cried out suddenly, throwing up her arms. “I’m not really an escort; I never was. I work in some IT firm and I haven’t had a boyfriend in almost a year. My flat mate Lisa suggested I help her out when she was in danger of missing an appointment with you two. So I filled in for her, never dreaming it would get to this. So…there you are. I’m not experienced, at all. Everything that’s happened so far has just been a stroke of luck on my part. I’d never have dreamed I’d be capable of sexually satisfying one man, let alone two!”

  “You’ve noticed that you do satisfy us – in every way,” Ryan said wryly. “And did you really think we didn’t know you were far from experienced? Not that it was so telling, but we knew within an hour of meeting you that you weren’t some world-weary professional escort. And you proved this to us many times. You never cashed that check, and you never seemed interested in how much we earned or what we could offer you financially. You genuinely seemed like you were starting to develop feelings for us. Real feelings.”

  That’s the problem, she would have said, but bit the words down. Yes, exactly, she added to herself; she was totally starting to develop feelings for them, far more than was wise in her position. They wanted a dutiful sex slave, to be trained in all their many demands. While she…

  “I’m sorry Ryan…Jason. I can’t. I just…can’t,” she said, and suddenly it was too much for her. Stuffing a fist into her sobbing mouth, she quickly dashed from the kitchen, ignoring their calls for her to wait.

  She found herself stumbling out into the terrace. God, it was beautiful out here, she noted even beneath the tears brimming her eyes. She really had been through a lot this past weekend, emotionally and physically. There was no doubt she needed a chance to just exhale, take it all in. Maybe if she thought it over, she would change her mind and see things their way.

  She heard a sound behind her, and was surprised to turn and see Jason. She’d been so sure he’d be too angry to want to talk to her. She could tell she’d disappointed him in some way with her decision.

  His hands were gentle as they fell on her shoulders, his lips pressing a soft kiss on her nape. She sighed, dashing away a tear as she leaned back against him.

  “I’m sorry,” she said numbly.

  “No. I’m sorry,” Jason replied, slipping his arms around her waist. “You aren’t ready. We shouldn’t have rushed you. And wanting you around all the time, expecting you to be happy to come with us to Scotland…”

  “It’s a really great idea,” she said quickly, turning in his arms to gaze up into his handsome face with the blond hair swept over his forehead. He looked like something from a sexy men’s magazine; polo shirt and dark pants, his arms muscular, his shoulders broad and his waist narrow. Her body thrummed in response to everything about him. She just had to look at either him or Ryan and she felt ready to jump into the sack with them. She wasn’t sure if such dependency was healthy. Ever.

  And yet with everything that had happened, she knew it didn’t even really bother her that they wanted just her; that they wished to share her.

  And she would gladly give them complete control in the bedroom; that didn’t worry her in the least either. What scared her was losing all control outside of the bedroom as well. Falling for them too hard and opening herself up to wanting more than they were interested in giving.

  “I would have loved to go to Scotland with you and Ryan. But I can’t,” she said quietly. “I can’t let this continue. I hope…I hope you both find the right woman that can give you everything I’m not ready or able to.” Her voice had grown so soft it was almost a whisper. She flinched as his hands tightened around her for a moment, before he let her go at last.

  She looked up and his expression was detached. “We’ll arrange for you to be taken home now.”

  Chapter Four

  Bea turned for the umpteenth time on her bed in her apartment, so different from the massive king-sized bed in Ryan and Jason’s marvelous home.

  It was more than two weeks since that fateful weekend. And every night, they still filled her dreams. Even now, she found it hard to sleep as she punched her fists into her pillow before falling back unto it with a heavy sigh.

  She remembered talking to Ryan one last time as the driver brought the car up front to take her home. She�
��d looked up at him with a rueful smile. “I hope you aren’t too mad at me for lying about being an escort.”

  “Hey, you never actually lied,” he said, returning the smile gently. “Besides, I think we guessed that you weren’t exactly who you pretended to be. It doesn’t matter either way, little one. We still think you’re perfect.”

  She’d shaken her head in reply, unable to speak as she kissed him on the cheek and then hurried to the dark, low-slung automobile that had come to a stop in front of the entrance of the house. Bea had to force herself not to look back as she slid into the back passenger seat and the car sped out of the driveway.

  A deep sigh escaped her as she thought of how it had been so far; life without Ryan and Jason. Just three days and they’d changed her whole outlook. Just like after her first night with them in their hotel suite, she’d suddenly been made to realize everything that was missing in her life. She felt that same emotion all the more keenly now.

  Take a chance on love, a voice in her head kept telling her. She shouldn’t have walked away, she realized. She should have tried. Taken it slow, given them the chance to show her how much more there was to it all.

  But then the other side of her told her not to be a fool. They needed a willing sex slave; or at best, a ready submissive. Someone who would satisfy both their dominant lusts. A woman like her would need monumental loads of willpower and gusto to keep up the role as their sexual plaything. They would shower her with gifts, and everything money could buy, she knew. But never meaning anything more to them than an object of desire did not sit so well in her stomach.

  Lisa had been able to see right through her dilemma. Three days after her return from her weekend with the Wallace brothers and she was still mooning about, picking at her food. Her work suffered, and she felt like just packing it all in and going on a well-deserved holiday.

  Bea felt grateful that Lisa had been supportive, telling her she’d done the right thing. But as the weeks went by and Lisa noticed Bea falling into more and more despair, Lisa felt the need to share from her wealth of experience, so to speak.